→ betty peabody → (fullofarrows) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2011-05-28 17:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | brady mountjoy, riley o'connell |
Who: Riley O'Connell and Brady Mountjoy
What: Riley's communing with her forest and Brad gets curious enough to take a look. TBC.
Where: Sherwood Forest
When: Saturday late afternoon, May 28th, 2011.
Warnings: OUTLAW CUTE. Also not so cute, but it's Riley and Brady we're talking about here.
Ever since the battle in Sherwood, Riley had been spending a lot of time in her forest. Why? To understand it better. Since the very second she'd become a reincarnate, she'd had this deep seeded need to commune with it. Explore it, get to know it. Protect it. So when Camelot had called to arms because Sherwood had needed protecting, Riley hadn't even had to think about it, she'd just taken off with weaponry in hand. So had her brother, and her dad reluctantly, the only one who'd stayed behind was stupid that 'Lady' Marian. As relieved as Riley was that Marian wasn't a woman, the guy who was hosting her was a total prick. In her precarious perch atop a tree she even huffed to herself out loud just thinking about it.
She'd taken to spending hours upon hours in the forest. She'd come in the morning and not leave until well after dark. The beauty of getting kicked out of school was that she had all the time in the world to waste. And what better place to waste it? Becoming the reincarnate of Robin Hood had been one of the most overwhelming experiences of her life. She had this legendary hero in her head with no idea how to live up to it and fragments of his old life from the reincarnate before her that wouldn't get out of her face. She was in Camelot now and all everyone ever remembered was Betty. Betty and Phineas Morland were gone but their children were still here, children that Riley had no genetic ties to but felt a pull towards anyway because of Robin. Not to mention their peculiar uncle who Riley couldn't get a real read on for the life of her.
It was a lot for a girl her age to take on, and she was in over her head. Even Riley knew that, so when she was feeling especially antsy she always went back to what felt most comfortable. What did Hood do when he needed to think? He found a sweet spot and he used his surroundings as target practice. So for the past three hours Riley had been perched up on a high tree branch practicing her form when she heard a loud shout two seconds after another of her arrows whizzed through the trees.